Leeann struggles to stay faithful. I struggle with jealousy.
This material has been SEVERELY revised. The true parts are pretty mild, My wife Lou Ann is actually a straight arrow and not nearly as naughty as Leeann.
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Chapter 1: Introduction
I tend to jealousy, but I love Leeann so much that I can't imagine a life without her. I find jealous situations painful, and usually not at all arousing. I am not insanely jealous, but wouldn't sit passively if Leeann allowed undue attention.
I am plagued by Leeann's easy arousal when pursued. I don't want Leeann to flirt or encourage other men, but she sometimes goes beyond that. I am sympathetic with her easy arousal.
Leeann knows my attitude and agrees with it. Sort of. She wouldn't agree to meet a man, even a friend, for lunch or even coffee without my knowing.
When we go dancing, we often dance with others. A man holding Leeann too closely or dropping a hand to her bottom would be immediately stopped by Leeann. But if you're a man and she fancied you, she might give you a hug and maybe a kiss, and I would definitely be jealous.
Leeann came to our marriage of seven years a virgin. She is a beautiful creature that oozes sex from every pore of her five foot three, blond, fuckable-looking body.
I kidded her that she is probably so good at conversation because men give her so much practice! Those bastards may enjoy talking to her, but they are usually 'chatting up' a sexy woman they wouldn't mind fucking!
She doesn't totally behave the same when I am not around. I take a dim view of that, and tell her she shouldn't have 'boyfriends'. But Leeann will be Leeann.
Incidents have happened, but no one man has ever progressed to threatening an affair. They are here today and gone tomorrow. They eventually give up, probably because she won't fuck them.
Leeann has never been TRULY unfaithful. Not as she sees it, but she gets physically aroused so easily. Although her sweet pussy has never felt another man's cock, she has kissed other men, and her bare breasts are not untouched.
BEING HUGGED
Strangely, when we hug another couple goodbye, she doesn't really do anything too inappropriate, but as the man hugs her, as soon as his arms go around her, she plasters her belly and tits tightly against him, and stays that way until HE ends the hug! Never happens with a woman though. I feel jealous while she is tightly him, possibly feeling his rising erection!
I asked her why she responds to a man's hug in such an abandoned way. She says that she blacks out for half a second and then wakes up tightly against him. She thinks that she was just born responsive to being embraced and can't help it.
When a male pursues her sexually, she starts out reserved, but if things progress, and his arms go around her, she thaws out quickly, and it becomes easy for him to kiss her and if he is lucky, to touch her breasts. That's if I'm not around.
She and I are so close that we tell each other everything. That is how I know all of what follows:
DREAMING
In her sleep, something may trigger involuntary dreams full of adventures far outside her vows. Like being fucked by attractive men. She has erotic dreams fairly often. Have you ever had an erotic dream? Mine are fuzzy and vague, but hers contain vivid details and result in actual physical arousal.
Chapter 2: Being Pursued by Three Men in the Same Week
JIM
One day Leeann said, "Do you recall a few weeks ago right after Labor Day, I told you I had been approached by men several times in one week?"
I was feeling Leeann up on our couch, softly and unhurriedly. I had kissed her a bit and was running my hands gently over her arms and breasts. I had massaged her shoulders then I leaned over and licked her ear and the side of her neck.
My caresses carried no urgency for us to move to the bedroom. She began caressing me and rubbing her hand on my chest. I said, "Now that you mention it, I remember. What made you think of that?"
Leeann said, "I need to tell you. Are you ready to listen?" Then she turned on her beautiful smile! I felt a little jealous fear, but asked her go ahead.
Leeann said, "Well, one Saturday a man pulled up beside my car and rolled his window down as I was stopped at a red light. I was curious, so I rolled my window down, too. I had been to Jazzercise and still had my tight outfit on. For some reason I had left home without a bra. I'm sure Jim (his name) could see where my nipples were jutting out against my top.
He said I looked pretty and could we 'spend some time together'. I told him, you should get your eyes checked, I'm too old for you, but he said that wasn't a problem.
He said we could go to dinner first, if I wanted. I was amused at being propositioned so cleverly. Men weren't ordinarily this direct! He boldly put his head through the window and his face in front of mine. I found myself focusing on his hypnotic pale blue eyes.
He leaned his head forward, and my hands went up to stop him. But instead I allowed him to gently push through and softly kiss me. After closing my eyes I accepted his delicious, protracted kiss, the softest I could remember.
I chastised Leeann, "Are you proud of yourself, kissing a strange man? Do you now have another 'boyfriend'?"
I put my hand inside Leeann's blouse, found her naked breast, and caressed her gently and lovingly for a long time, still with no urgency. Then I spent another few minutes kissing her and gently rubbing her pussy through her clothing.
She said, "John, you are the sweetest man."
MARTIN
After another day or two, Leeann said that she still had more to tell me about 'that week'. A Hispanic customer at Grandy's Restaurant had started talking to her from a nearby table. The man, named Martin, came over to sit across from her in her booth. He had brought his coffee over as she was eating, and she smiled as he talked.
Martin, on the pretense of showing her a joke by writing on a napkin, moved over to her side of the booth, touching his shoulder to hers and 'accidentally' touching her bare leg.
As they were laughing together at his doodles on the napkin, he laid his hand on her knee then shockingly slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until he touched her shorts. Leeann felt paralyzed with surprise for a couple of seconds. As she hesitated, his fingers slipped inside the bottom of the shorts and against her crotch!
She almost shouted for him to remove his hand. Martin removed it, but then became animated, saying, "I want to touch you, feel you, GET IN YOUR PANTS!" Leeann jumped up and left.
PAUL
One day at my Racquetball Club I saw a small black man, getting into the hot tub, naked of course. Despite the stereotype of black men 'having a big one', this little man had a BIG PENIS! I later found out that Paul was a legend at the club. His dick looked so long that he must have had to FOLD IT to get it inside his jock.
God knows what would happen if he got hard at that point! I didn't even want to think about it. Because of its great length his penis didn't look overly thick, BUT IT WAS! Actually, it was simply BIG, LONG and THICK, and rumor was he could give most any woman her ultimate orgasm.
Of course I couldn't wait to tell Leeann about this remarkable penis as soon as I got home. She seemed to be fascinated. I put that down to her trying to picture it. Also to the idea that most women welcome any legitimate story involving a penis.
Chapter 3: Playing With Fire
I got a chance to see her restraint tested. Our younger friend Mark ended up staying with us for a week. He had sold his condo and was waiting to move out of town. I told him not to waste money on a motel, we had plenty of room. His wife had died three years ago, and we were both very concerned about his lingering grief. Leeann felt especially sympathetic, but I hoped not too much so. He was an attractive man.
One night to liven things up I started calling him Medium Mark each time I said his name. Leeann asked why say 'Medium' Mark. I said because he could guess the future. She said, "Bull," and asked if it had a sexual meaning. I admitted that it referred to his seven inches which was slightly longer and thicker than mine, but I laughed and added that she should think of it as a 'stretching cock'.
Leeann said that was too much information, and besides I was probably making it up.
Mark surprised us both by standing up and letting his lower clothing fall. He stood there with his soft penis hanging.
Leeann coolly said that it didn't look like seven inches. Mark said that it would if she would help. Leeann said, "Don't talk rubbish", and escaped into our bedroom for the night. She tried to conceal it, but she was turned on.
In bed I kissed Leeann passionately and fingered her. I said that she might not suspect it, but like most men, if Mark got the chance, he would be IN HER PUSSY. She was quiet for a time then said, "I'll take that as a compliment."
BEING TESTED
After supper on Mark's final evening, we had a few drinks while watching a movie. Mark joined us on the couch and squeezed in so that Leeann's legs were pressed snugly between us. He said, "Hello again, Leeann, are you feeling sexy tonight?"
This was out of character for Mark, and Leeann was surprised but sympathetic. He was showing some signs of life, and she wasn't inclined to discourage him right away.
She was dressed comfortably in a nightgown and, of course, no bra. Her tits looked full and delicious pushing against her gown. After a minute, Leeann felt Mark boldly put his hand on her knee and pull it toward him, then lay his other hand high on the inside of her naked thigh and look expectantly into her surprised eyes!
I hated that, but didn't want to punch Mark. After three years this was his first sign of recovery.
Mark said, "I'll bet you are still curious about my penis. Let's start the night off with an innocent kiss." Mark stood and pulled Leeann up, put his arms lightly around her, but kissed her firmly, then said, "Want to measure my penis?"
When Mark's hands touched her back her helpless reaction was to press her body tightly into his. She stayed plastered against him until he released her. Her nipples were growing. Why could she not resist doing that with a man? She blushed saying, "I certainly don't want to measure it, and I wish John had never brought that up."
Mark said, "No pun intended?" then gave her a more serious kiss. With his embrace her belly again automatically slapped against him. She thought, "I felt his cock! I didn't mean to go against it. Why did I?"
He slipped his hand between them and it covered a warm breast. She looked at Mark. "You can't feel me up in front of John." Then she looked over at me.
